#writing for others

[night-wilf]

New assistant duties

Appears @stealingyourbones found a job! Hope ya like it bud.

The large doors of the throne room creaks open slowly, a skeletal face peeking through the gap to look around before entering. Their awkward shuffling making Danny slightly amused and he catches the guest’s attention. “It’s fine to approach or whatever, just taking a break from paperwork right now.” His monotone reply brings the young ghost up to the steps quickly. Nervous at meeting the King for the first time.

They fumble with some paper and find the right one. “Uh I am here to request permission to travel to the DC universes to retrieve from books borrowed from the personal collection.” They seem proud to have not stumbled over any words and smile at Danny. He scans the younger ghost closely.

Their waistcoat midnight blue with black stripes down the panels, the adjustment straps on the side pulled tight to fit their ribcage properly. Their shirt underneath is a lighter blue with slight puff at the shoulder seams. The dark grey trousers are an odd choice with the mismatched and poorly tied converse they are wearing. An elbow length undershirt and gloves, both black, largely cover what still shows of their body.

He sits up at what they say and he knows the Ghost writer recently got an assistant and is very particular around his books being returned on time. “Ghost writer’s new assistant right?” ‘Celia Bones’ nods and tries to keep their cool. Danny only sighs a little and smiles back to calm their nerves. “Go ahead, just don’t disrupt critical timeline moments.” Celia walks out the castle skipping with pride and flies for the first portal going to their destination, hoping to make their new employer happy.

-

The swirling worm hole spots them out in the middle an office that goes quiet at their appearance, not too bothered by the silence and finding the nearly 7 foot tall humanoid alien in the break room. “Mr. Kent? You have some overdue books. They are from the personal collection so I have been sent to ask you return them.”

Clark stares at the walking skeleton for a second and sips his coffee. “They’re in my bag, I’ll grab them.” He smiles and guides the walking spirit to his desk where he pulls out a couple books on historical writing styles and a few random topics. He puts them inside a small wormhole as requested and signs a form that he’s returned the books as requested.

Celia smiles and it is all finished. “Thank you Mr. Kent. Have a good day.”

-

They step through a portal opened behind them and continue to the lavish party held in a manor. The host of the party being Bruce Wayne who they approach as he breaks away from some guests looks round at hearing them speak. “Excuse m-“

“Holy fuck!” Bruce jumps at seeing Celia and takes a moment to gather himself. “Sorry for swearing, you caught me off guard. How can I help you?” He hides his freak out internally and takes the 5 page list of books his sons have borrowed and neglected to return. Not even surprised most of them are all some of ‘ancient weapons and techniques for beginners’ and more advanced versions of the novels. He sighs and calls for them all to return the books because it is all from a personal collection with a very pissed owner. He doesn’t have to guess why the assistant was sent instead.

The heavy novels are all begrudgingly brought downstairs and dumped into the portal that is opened, Bruce not even questioning how they managed to get the things in the first place. Celia has them all sign their separate lists and gets one of Bruce’s favourite books back seeing it in a list for someone else which was a mistake.

-

The next place is disaster site where Flash is talking to some officers, Celia patiently waiting and isn’t surprised when he jumps. “Hey little… never mind, you need something?” He smiles and looks at the list he’s handed.

“These books are overdue and are part of a private collection.” Barry realises and says he’ll be back, zipping back in a few seconds with all the books on the list and few others he’s also borrowed. Though not from the personal collection. “And if you sign here it will be all done.” Celia smiles when he’s done and checks their list.

“Thanks for the reminder bud, hope the rest go well.” Barry smiles and speeds off after making sure Celia gets through their portal okay. “What a nice kid, might just borrow a book again to see them.” He smiles.

-

The darker version of Diana Prince slams the poor soul’s head into the ground, looking round with the same anger to the skeleton who squeaks and covers their face with their arms. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m just here to get some books back.” The strange reaction makes her pause and remember she borrowed some ancient books on necromancy.

“Oh right. I’ll go get them.” She ‘smiles’ and disappears, one of the few people she will not try to kill is the assistant of the cosmic librarian. That just makes her situation worse and she already wants this thing to be over with.

Celia has to tape the sheet back together when she signs and places a bill for damage on Diana’s back when she turns around. How disrespectful : (

-

Celia becomes quite excited with the next one and hops back over to Gotham to find Patrick O’Brian, aka Plastic man. They love his humour in the comics and are incredibly excited to meet him in person. Their excitement almost exploding when they actually see him as he gets some kids down from a tree.

“Sir- Plastic man uh… Yo- You have some books overdue.” Their stutter amuses Patrick a little and he stretches up to where he was perching for a bit. He hands over the books and chuckles as Celia scramble to get the list for him to sign.

“You seem a fan, must a read about me.” He smiles and Celia smiles back, not mentioning he’s a comic book character to them. He finishes up and happily signs their notebook presented for an autograph. “New job?”

“First week actually. I’m hoping to impress the King with my work.” They get a head pat and assured they will do fine. Patrick leaves and hears the distant squeal of happiness from his little fan, chuckling a little at this reaction.

-

Celia gets back to the library to a happy Ghost Writer who just laughs a little at their happiness knowing they are a fan of Plastic man. “I made sure he was on the list for you.” He gets a hug for this and lets Celia go for the day to relax and work off the energy from their happiness.

Needless to say there were some noise complaints in the end.

#stealingyourbones #writing for others #writers #fan fic writing #writing #writers on tumblr

[protocolsecretsanta]

Knitting

From @opilius : This feels hella fast, but here’s my piece for @starstainedtarts and their oc Lakan!

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Slip. Slip. Knit.

An interesting pattern, an unending loop, a cycle at the mercy of Omen’s hands. A cycle he quite enjoyed in fact, one he was in control of. Life, not so much, but with his yarn in his hand Omen felt quite like the weaver of the universe.

Maybe that was a bit melodramatic, he thought as the yarn started to form a feasible shape. A sweater, it was. A Christmas gift for Charles, which was steadily approaching. Ok, maybe being dramatic would be better here. He needed to finish this quickly and neatly, for he wouldn’t be able to bear messing this up.

Another round of the loop, with Omen steadily looping the yarn between his fingers, watching as the sweater slowly but surely becomes an actual item. The pattern on the front, a small reindeer, was forming too, and Omen was quite proud of the details. Small antlers, a red nose, the weirdest smile yet seen on a reindeer. Maybe it was too unsettling for Christmas… the beady eyes were staring into Omen’s soul, well, the parts he had left. A quick motion later, and the dot eyes had splashes of white, fixing the creepiness. Perfect.

Surprisingly, the common room was very slow for the time of day. Late afternoon, and the only people Omen had seen was Jett, who was on the hunt for snacks, and Nuniq, looking for Aput. He would’ve expected to see a little more action, a sighting of the younger agents, Brim rounding them up. At least they hadn’t seen Charles yet, that would ruin the surprise he was working towards. Perhaps it would be safer to knit in his own room… but the common room was airer, friendlier, and Omen had agreed with Viper to get out of his room more, and damn what was left of his soul if he wanted to cross her.

Still, he couldn’t help but feel slightly worried that Charles would poke their head around the door frame at any second, negating Omen’s hard work, and demolishing the Christmas Spirit. That wasn’t fun at all, so Omen prayed that they wouldn’t walk in.

The comfortable silence continued to grace the room, aiding to his peaceful demeanor. A steady drone of the air, the slow clicking of his needles, the slight hum from his throat. Omen could feel the environment shift from what it once was, from his slightly anxiety ridden stupor to contentment. Fine by him.

A needle slipped out of his hand, as Omen felt himself doze off. Yesterday had been a long day, this chair was comfy, and the room was calm. A perfect napping environment, although the half finished sweater in his lap begged to differ. Omen sighed, and tried to shake the sleep from his mind. This sweater had to be completed at all costs, he couldn’t give Charles an unfinished gift!

His half working stupor was interrupted by a pair of arms around his shoulders. Omen jumped, whipped around, and oh fuck. The person he didn’t want to see right now was right behind him. Shit.

As quickly as he could, Omen balled up the sweater and shoved it between him and the arm of the chair. Hopefully they didn’t see it, that wouldn’t be good at all.

“What’s that?” They asked quickly, and looked at Omen with such a smile that he almost told them against his better judgment. A moment of consideration, and he caught himself.

“Nothing for you, Charles.” The lie slipped out, but it was harsh, chopped, obviously not the truth.

“It’s for me, isn’t it?” Charles was leaning against the back of the chair now, with their long hair tickling (well, if he could feel it it would be) the back of Omen’s head. Certainly, that wasn’t helping him keep this secret hidden.

“No.” Omen felt his voice crack a tiny bit, and with the slight smirk on Charles’ face, he could tell that they had figured him out.

“Yeah, it’s for me.” They traced a finger along Omen’s shoulder, seemingly trying to coax the info out of him. Omen could feel himself relax, and his hand wrapped around the unfinished sweater.

“Maybe it is.” Omen’s better judgment kicked in, and he released the sweater, trying in vain to hide the already spotted item.

“Here, let me see.” They extended a hand, but Omen shook his head in response.

“It’s not done yet.” That was Omen’s futile attempt at stopping further damage, but truly, it had failed.

“So?” A rhetorical question that finally broke Omen’s train of lies.

“Fine.” And with that, he finally grabbed the sweater and handed it to Charles.

The joy on their face showed up immediately, as they held the half completed sweater in front of them.

“This is cute! I like it, my dear.” Their words contained no malice, much to Omen’s relief.

“I’m glad, Charlie.” 

They were still smiling as they inspected the unfinished edge. “You could keep this, make it cropped.”

Omen shook his head while chuckling. “But it was made to be a normal sweater.”

Charles handed it back, smile never leaving their face. “Then finish it.” They ran one last hand against Omen’s shoulder, before a look of realization crossed their face. “This has been fun, darling, but Neon needs me.” And with that, they walked away, as Omen watched.

The half finished sweater sat back in his lap. Maybe it would be better cropped.

#submission #protocol secret santa #valorant oc week #secret santa #gift writing #writing for others #valorant lakan

[l-sincline]

The Arrival

For @creampillwrites !! I did my take on Arcade arriving to the protocol, had to hold my little angst monster back and write something at least neutral. I love her backstory with the Selene and found it very interesting when I was figuring out what to do! 

Beep Beep Beep…

Beep Beep Beep…

It seemed to intensify with every passing moment. 

“Can you three figure that out already?” Brimstone snapped from where he stood behind them- fingers squeezing the bridge of his nose, “All that noise makes it hard to think.”

“Then how do you think the ones actually doing the thinking feel, monsieur?” Chamber grumbled back from his position hunched over the control panel. 

Before Brimstone had a chance to snap back, KillJoy spoke up from her position under the control panel- voice echoing from the opened cavity.

“Brim, why don’t you go get Neon.” 

“Gladly.” Brimstone responded, taking a few large steps before exiting the room.

“Now we can work without his pacing.” Cypher laughed as he slid to move where Chamber had previously stood, the frenchman moving to head towards the portal itself. 

“There’s no reason for this to be picking up a signal that isn’t ours.” Chamber lifted a hand to run it over the metal of the unpowered portal- nothing seemed out of place. 

“I mean Earth 2 has to use something similar to get over here-” KillJoy slid out from her place under the control panel and stood, dusting herself off and opening a remote screen from her wrist, “-could it just be picking up that?”

“No.” Chamber snapped, “I took care to make sure that wouldn’t happen.” 

“Maybe they made something new?” Cypher offered as he tapped some commands into the panel. 

Chamber didn’t respond, there was nothing more he could say. 

“Well,” KillJoy spoke up again, “Let’s just power it up and see what happens.”

“I’d hate to dismantle this thing for being too noisy.” Cypher chuckled shortly.

“You will do no such thing.” Chamber furrowed a brow as he moved back to the other two.

Just then, Brimstone entered the room with Neon. The young agent fiddled with her clothes as if trying to make sure they fit right- they must’ve caught her at a bad time, but this was important. 

“Bien- Neon, we know this is short notice, but you’ll need to power up the portal.” Chamber demanded. 

“Power up the portal, please.” KillJoy shot Chamber a look before smiling to Neon. 

“Bala na, I can do it.” She shrugged and stood in front of the portal, shooting Chamber a dagger’d glance. 

Watching her power up the massive thing never quite got old. Her body crackled to life as she raised hands to face the portal, eyes glowing and teeth gritted. As the portal flashed to life, Chamber moved to stand in front of the control panel again. Cypher looked over his shoulder as they waited for any sign of the beeping to stop. It stopped- but at what cost they couldn’t quite be sure yet. The portal crackled and out of it tripped-

A woman. 

“Scheiße!” KillJoy cried, rushing around the control panel and forward, “Stop, Neon!” 

Neon did, panting to catch her breath as she looked down at the person that had fallen out of the portal. Brimstone rushed to KillJoy’s side.

“How is this possible?” Chamber muttered, immediately diving back into the control panel. 

“I’ll get Sage.” Cypher announced before rushing out of the room.

“She’s still breathing.” KillJoy confirmed as she flipped the girl over, “Hello? Hello!” She shouted.

“I’m not sure that's-” Brimstone was cut off.

“Get away!” The woman shot up, aggressive for only a moment before calming and looking around. “Where am I?”

KillJoy and Brimstone exchanged glances.

“I think it’s best if you tell us where you’re from first.” He asked.

“The Selene. They were after me- I had to portal out.” 

“The Selene…” KillJoy echoed.

“Uh… Kingdom’s giant spaceship? Seriously?” 

KillJoy shook her head, when the woman whipped to look at Brimstone, he shook his head and shrugged as well.

“C-Earth.” Chamber suddenly announced from his place at the control panel. “You’re not from here or Earth 2. You’re from an entirely different Earth.” 

“What? What do you mean by a different Earth? There’s only one Earth-”

“Listen-” KillJoy placed a hand gently on the woman’s shoulder, “We can explain but I think it’s best you got checked out by our doctor first. What’s your name?” 

The woman stared, dumbfounded, glancing between all of them and the portal before swallowing and nodding.

“My name's Lani.”

#protocol secret santa #writing for others #sinclines writing #valorant oc #secret santa #gift

[charlesoberonn]

#ai art #ai writing #tweet #other way around please #10k #20k #50k #100k #150k

[who-canceled-roger-rabbit]

Some spins on the "mostly male team with a token woman" trope:

The woman is trans and stayed in her old circle of bros even after transition

The woman is the only one in her circle of "girls" who didn't turn out to be a trans man

#of course even in that case i'd still make plenty of other characters female OUTSIDE the main team #there's a they wolf in my closet #gender #transgender #trans #lgbtq+ #queer #story ideas #writing prompts

[monsoon-of-art]

#I'm serious stop doing it #theyre scraping fanfics and other authors writing #'oh but i wanna rp with my favs' then learn to write #studios wanna use ai to put writers AND artists out of business stop feeding the fucking machine!!!!

[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.

Spread the Word :)

#fanfic #fanfiction #fanart #normalizefanartforfanfics #normalize fanart for fanfics #wattpad #archive of our own #ao3 #fanfiction.net #quotev #crossover #crossovers #fandom #fandoms #readerinsert #reader insert #xreader #x reader #oc #oc's #au #alternate universe #podfic #pod fic #fic rec #fanart for fanfic #fanartforfanfic #fanart for others #fan fiction #fan fic writing

[excavatinglizard]

Shoutout to my dad for being the funniest person I know

#mitski #dumb shit i do #lesbian #I'm turning reblogs back on but you all have to be nice to each other or you're losing Lesbian Dad privileges #would like to add that mitski is an incredible writer and lyricist and so much more than sad lesbian music. #I am. however. a sad lesbian who is haunted by said lyrics and writing

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[soliusss]

Funniest thing I’ve seen on tiktok are those sigma male boys getting mad that American psycho was written by a gay man and going “well I like fight club better” buddy I’ve got some world ending devastating news for you

#I don’t like fight club #but other people do #gay people on their way to write some of the most relevant popular influencial literature of the 90s #solius posting #this shit also kills me because both of those books have. OVERT homosexual themes and moments

[protocolsecretsanta]

From @notjoku : secret santa submission for @l-sincline

01 was a joy to draw :)

#submission #protocol secret santa #valorant oc week #gift art #secret santa #art for others #gift writing #writing for others #valorant 01

[ebonyheartnet]

-Recording begins-

Spider-Man: Hi folks! I’d like to give a PSA to my usual villains, and anyone else with ideas for the next two months.

Spider-Man: *holds up a brick sized lump of metal* See this? It’s titanium!

Spider-Man: *starts flattening it out and shaping it*

Spider-Man: See, we all know that I’m crazy strong, but I never wanna really hurt anybody right? Right. While that hasn’t changed, something very important does right around this time of year.

Spider-Man: *pulls off a glove and pulls a chunk into a long stem with his nails carving lines for added texture*

Spider-Man: See, this is what we like to call exam season. Anybody who knows anything about college can tell you that it drives people up the wall, and I already climb mine when I’m antsy.

Spider-Man: *starts winding the thin sheet around the stem, delicately crimping petals in place*

Spider-Man: I do wanna be clear that this isn’t a threat, okay? I’m still not interested in crossing the line, which brings me to my point.

Spider-Man: *throws the titanium rose at the brick wall behind him, stem first, and embeds it all the way through*

Spider-Man: /That/ was restrained because I could focus enough to have full control. If I’m extremely tired or otherwise distracted, there’s just as much risk of me slipping up as someone operating heavy machinery. I’m probably not going to remember what sleep is for two whole months, so remember!

Spider-Man: *pulls out a brick and snaps it like a cookie*

Peter fucking Parker: Don’t.

#peter b parker #peter parker #ebony writes the thing #word girl #how tf did I forget to tag that smh #into the spider verse #also forgot to tag THAT ffs 🤦🏽 #anyways. Miles and the other spider stumbled upon recordings of college!Peter B Parker. and uh. #this man is getting dragged across the multiverse lol. but he did in fact Ace his exams.

[mournfulroses]

Mary Oliver, from Long Life: Essays And Other Writings originally published in 2004

#lit #mary oliver #quotes #writings #words #understanding #typography #fragments #quote #essays #long life: essays & other writings #p

[castielsprostate]

having talented friends is so wild!!!!!! like. YOU!!!!!!!!!! YOU made THAT. YOU DID THAT?!?!?!?! YOU created!!!! THAT!!!!!!!!!!! WOAH!!!!!! praise!!!!!!!! praise for one thousand years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#sjonnie.text #this is about any skill by the way #writing art music crochet knitting editing #literally so so so so wild #yes this is about isaac and cody and taylor and nick and joey and dean and rain and mer and greg and jo and amanda and pie and zeph and jes #and daphne and jack and merv and angie and #sam and dex and jenna and tj and nahla and jenny and val and em and literally every single other one of my mutuals!!!!!!!! GAH!!!!! #you all are so talented it's SO cool #40k

[science-lings]

my dad saw ao3 open on my computer and asked if that was like my writing club and just so you know that's what fanfic writers are now, we're all in the same writing club where we all write about the same media and show each other our little stories and that's kind of cool actually

#we should start a writing club #like a legit group where we write whatever and give it to each other to talk about and stuff #idk i wouldn't be good at running it but I would like if someone was obligated to tell me if I wrote good or not lol #ao3 #writeblr

[callme-l]

I saw a lot of people happy with the 4 pearls, I decided to give a tip to non-readers

#percy jackson #pjo series #pjo #pjo tv show #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #rick riordan #uncle rick #Other tip: All the blond characters will die eventually #I write to much “so”